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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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 Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.