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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.