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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Association,
The Zeros,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
June Days,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.