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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Wake,
the Normal,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.