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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.