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 Chad 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Nico,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.