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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.