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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Litter to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.