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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.