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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.