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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.