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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.