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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Index,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.