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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.