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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.