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 Venezuela 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.