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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Nico,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.