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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
CMW,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.