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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
John Cale,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.