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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
10cc,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.