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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.