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 France 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.