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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.