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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.