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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.