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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Wings,
Lyres,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.