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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.