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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.