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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.