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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.