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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.