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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.