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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.