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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.