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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.