Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Chrome,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.