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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.