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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.