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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.