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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.