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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.