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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.