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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.