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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.