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 Dominican Republic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.