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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.