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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
MC5,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.