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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Can,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.