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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.