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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.