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 Monaco and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.