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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Television,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.