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 Latvia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
MDC,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.