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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slackers to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.