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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.