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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.