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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Associates 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.