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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.