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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.