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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Inner City,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Qualms,
UT,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.