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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.