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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.