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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.