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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.