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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.