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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.