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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Q65,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
This Heat,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.