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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.