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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.