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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
X-101,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.