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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.