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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
New Order,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.