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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.