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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.