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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.