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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.