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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.