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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.