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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Section 25,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.