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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.