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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.