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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.