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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.