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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.