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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.