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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.