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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.