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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.