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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.