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 Zambia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.