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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
DNA,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.