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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Smog,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.