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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.