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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.