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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.