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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.