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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Fear to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Pole,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.