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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.