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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.