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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Index,
Monks,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.