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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.