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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.