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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.