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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.