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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.