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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Crime,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.