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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Smog,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.