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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
UT,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.