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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.