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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.