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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.