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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Index,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.