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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.