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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.