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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.