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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.