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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.