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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.