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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
This Heat,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.