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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Japan,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.