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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.