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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.