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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Nico,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.