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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.