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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.