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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.