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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Deepchord,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.