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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.