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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.