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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Japan,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.