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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.