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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.