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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.