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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.