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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.