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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.