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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Yaz,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.