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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.