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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.