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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Cybotron,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.