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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.