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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.