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 France and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.