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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.