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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.