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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.