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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.