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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Raincoats to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.