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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.