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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Zapp,
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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.