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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
June Days,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.