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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.