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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.