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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 oboe 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 The Busters to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Scion,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.