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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.