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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.