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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.