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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.