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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.