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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Saints,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.