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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.