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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.