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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.