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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Nico,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.