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 Morocco and from London.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.