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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Visage,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.