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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.