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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Pole,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.