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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.