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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.