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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Pagans,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.