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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.