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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.