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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.