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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.