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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.