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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Blossom Toes 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
X-101,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.