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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.