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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Q65,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.