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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.