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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.