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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.