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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
JFA,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.