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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.