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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.