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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Q65,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.