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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.