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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.