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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Scion,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.