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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.