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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.