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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.