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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.