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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
JFA,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.