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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.