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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Wire,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.