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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.