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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.