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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.