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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Kinks to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Television,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.