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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.