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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.