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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.