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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.