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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Newcleus 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.