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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Josef K,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.