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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.