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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.