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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.