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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.