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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.