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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.