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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.