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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.