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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.