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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Fear,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.