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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.