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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.