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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Birthday Party to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
The Index,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.