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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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.