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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.