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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.