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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.