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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.