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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.