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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.