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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
X-102,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.