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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.