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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gories 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.