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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.