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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.