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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Remains,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.