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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.