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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman 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 disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.