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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.