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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Move,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.