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 Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.