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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s 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 Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.