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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Nas,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.