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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.