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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.