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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Kayak,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.