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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.