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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.