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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.