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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.