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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.