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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.