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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Lyres,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.