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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.