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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.