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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.