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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.