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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.