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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.