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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.