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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Fear,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.