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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.