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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.