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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 John Cale 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.