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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Scion,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.