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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.