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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.