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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.