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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.