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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.