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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Can,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.