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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.