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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.