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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.