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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.