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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.