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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Sonics,
Quantec,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.