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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.