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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.