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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.