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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.