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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
JFA,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.