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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
June Days,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.