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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.