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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.