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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.