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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Technova,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.