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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.