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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.