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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.