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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.