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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.