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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.