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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.