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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.