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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.