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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.