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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.