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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.