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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.