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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.