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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.