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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.