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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.