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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.