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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Faust,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.