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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.