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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Pole,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.