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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum 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 Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.