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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.