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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.