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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.