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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.