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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.