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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.