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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.