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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Chrome,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.