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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.