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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.