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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.