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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.