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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.