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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
X-101,
Ituana,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.