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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.