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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Offenders,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
The Names,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.