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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.