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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Can,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.