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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.