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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Hashim,
Japan,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.