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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.