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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.