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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.