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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
EPMD,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
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Peter and Kerry,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.