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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.