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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.