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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The Victims,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.