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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Japan,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.