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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.