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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.