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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.