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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.