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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.