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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.