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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.