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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.