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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.