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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
The Saints,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.