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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.