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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.