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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Josef K,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.