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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.