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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.