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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.