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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.