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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.