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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Franke,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.