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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.