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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.