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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
cv313,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.