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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.