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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
June Days,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.