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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.