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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
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.