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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Organ,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.