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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.