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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.