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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.