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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
DNA,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.