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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.