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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.