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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.