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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.