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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.