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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.