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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Mars,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.