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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.