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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.