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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.