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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.