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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Dead C 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.