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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Swans,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.