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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.