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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
This Heat,
Magma,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.