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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.