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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.