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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.