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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.