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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.