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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.