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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.