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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.