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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.