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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Nico,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.