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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.