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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
The Doors,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.