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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.