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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.