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 Burkina and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.