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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.