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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.