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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.