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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.