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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Darondo,
The Slits,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.