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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.