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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.