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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Quadrant 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.