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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.