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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Moleskins 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.