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 Germany 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.