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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.