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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.