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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.