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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.