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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Slits,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.