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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
the Germs,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.