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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
DNA,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.