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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.