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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Qualms,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.