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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.