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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Beijing and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.