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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.