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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.