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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Names,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.