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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.