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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.