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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.