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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
PIL,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.