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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.