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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.