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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.