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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s 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 The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.