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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Smog,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.