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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.