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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Monks,
June Days,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.