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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Monks,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.