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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.