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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.