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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.