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 Chad 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.