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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.