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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Television,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.