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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.