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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Cymande,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.