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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.