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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.