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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.