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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.