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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.