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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.