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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.