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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.