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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
CMW,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.