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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.