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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.