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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.