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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Ituana,
Monks,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.