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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.