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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.