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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Slave,
John Cale,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.