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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 The Fall to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.