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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.