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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.