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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Wings,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.