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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.