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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.