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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.