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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.