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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
UT,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.