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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.