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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.