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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.