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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.