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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.