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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.