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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.