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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.