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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.