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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Faust,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.