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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.