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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.