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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.