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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.