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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Smog,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.