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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.