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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.