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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.