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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.