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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tom Boy 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?
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Rakim,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.