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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.