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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.