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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Sound,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.