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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.