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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
June of 44,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.