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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.