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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.