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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.