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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.