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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Index to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.