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 Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.