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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.