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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.