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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.