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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.