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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.