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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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 Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.