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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.