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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.