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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.