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 Suriname 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.