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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.