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 Oman and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.