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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.