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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.