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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Little Man,
cv313,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.