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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.