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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.